京のキー Love Hotels

Love Hotels

If you sit on the tatami of Myo-o-in and pray in the dark recess of the hall, the
tarnished buddha grinning knowingly at you, something will catch the
corner of your eye. A flashing, garish neon sign, sputtering and out of
place amongst the regal and sober buildings.

A million miles from the
peace of the temple sanctuary, the Hotel Lille advertises it's hourly
rates, an underground car-park discreetly depositing its customers to
the entrance. It is just one of a dozen Love Hotels squeezed onto the secluded
hillside of the temple. Religion and sex are very much at home with one another
in Japan.